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The World Around US

Awaking blithe each morning, with eyes upon the World, I wonder, are we mourning with ebon flags unfurled – or are they but a warning, some draped like snakes and curled, stray stars and stripes adorning, sent from the netherworld. I wander through the garden with nothing on my mind and say 'I beg your pardon' alarmed at what I find as winds begin to harden and fate begins to grind. Confused, I watch my neighbours, they're wide-eyed, unafraid to halt all useful labours and join the death brigade; the ritters rattle sabres, the frail and fragile fade, morticians tap on tabors, the potentates parade. The military blesses (in tunics somewhat browned) its crimson-stained successes, hell bent and heaven bound. Such scenes no more distress us: a bloody battleground, dissevered heads with tresses and arms and legs abound; the fourth estate suppresses the heaps of bodies found (collateral excesses discarded in a mound). Society regresses, now living by the sword, with torture and its stresses upon a waterboard; a captive kid confesses, his innocence ignored - fallacious facts and guesses, the guts of justice gored! With canting vindication a big brass bully brags (with pearls of perspiration and swollen tongue that gags) of third world subjugation for gelt and oily swags, of human rights' castration, and on and on it drags. The manifold migration of refugees in rags while searching for salvation soon finds compassion lags; uprooted populations are fleeing from their flags else dying of starvation as naked hunger nags. With trump cards politicking, two little hands (all thumbs) may send the Mad Dog siccing. Insane! All sense succumbs. Atomic timepiece ticking until the Reaper comes as Geiger counters clicking drown out the droning drums. Cast out for not conforming, I wander day by day to find the earth deforming as nature wastes away, with bees no longer swarming (expunged with garden spray) and ocean depths transforming (neath plastic overlay). With CO2 performing the climate's led astray, the atmosphere's been warming, the grasses ashen gray, eternal tempest storming while permafrosts decay, and ozone holes are forming in deadly disarray. The people profiteering descend a slip'ry slope destroying, never fearing of running out of rope; instead they sit back sneering “our wealth’s your only hope”. Yes, Armageddon's nearing, it's doubtful that we'll cope, for Evolution's jeering, she's scanned our horoscope: we'll soon be disappearing with whale and antelope. Epitaph The multitudes were jumbled, some milling ’round the mall, while politicians bumbled when bracing for the brawl. The World around us rumbled, our backs against the wall, as bombs were tossed and tumbled across our broken ball. My kneecaps creaked and crumbled but I, too proud to crawl, took but a step and stumbled yet found no place to fall. And no one heard me grumble although I tried to call, or maybe I just mumbled, as strength began to pall. Well now the World’s been humbled I seek an urban sprawl, but since the feuds were fumbled there’s nothing left at all.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017




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Date: 10/26/2018 10:56:00 AM
Astounding write, Terry! I see the world a bit differently, but the ebb and flow, the rhythmic drum of your presentation, is compelling! (It's still timely today too, in October of 2018). Best wishes, Gershon
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Date: 4/10/2017 3:37:00 PM
Great write on a dying world, and like the lonely epitaph! Congratulations on your well deserved first place win Terry! :-)
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Date: 4/2/2017 12:26:00 PM
Terry such dreary renderings of the world we live in. Please say we will all be better or at least our children. love your style and genius. Mr. Dylan Kathy
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Date: 3/17/2017 12:12:00 AM
Back with my congrats, Terry! More than deserved!! Hugs, Rhonda
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Date: 3/13/2017 8:33:00 PM
Wow! Terry, this is a creative writing masterpiece! Congrats on your well deserved 1st place win! Blessings, Kim
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Date: 3/13/2017 1:28:00 PM
I'm speechless Terry. This is astounding. Wonderfully captured!! Congratulations on your well deserved win!! Hugggs deb
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Date: 3/13/2017 12:24:00 PM
Outstanding rhythm and content, congratulations on a well deserved win...
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Date: 3/13/2017 9:32:00 AM
Interesting look at the world; masterful indeed. Congrats on a fine poem and a nice win too.
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Date: 3/12/2017 6:22:00 PM
Wow. This is amazing. I love how you work with your rhyme scheme to create this relentless atmosphere - congrats on a well deserved win.
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Date: 3/12/2017 6:15:00 PM
Amazingly dark write about our crash-and-burn world, Terry. This top-winning poem demonstrates REAL talent! Janice
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Date: 3/12/2017 5:40:00 PM
Congratulations Terry on another outstanding write and win, you have an amazing way with words. Thanks for your entry!
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Date: 3/4/2017 10:45:00 AM
Your rhyming is out of this world Terry I'm glad I discovered your writing you inspire me to try harder, this is a masterpiece! a 7 and a fave!
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Date: 2/17/2017 5:31:00 AM
Fantastic and perceptive. You have it all covered! We are running an experiment that has been done before in the lab. The organisms all died! So, faster and faster we descend into the mine. Unfortunately, our leaders can't handle the truth--the best line from "a few good men."
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Date: 2/17/2017 2:57:00 AM
- An amazing poems, Terry - Fear and chaos .... creates waves - A scary world - a 7 - hugs // Anne-Lise :)
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Date: 2/16/2017 6:00:00 PM
Wow, Terry... this is a powerful account of what's happening in our world today and what could become of our future! I'm in awe from the imagery and depth of your words.
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